Yesterday was the match. I sprained my left ankle again, and I couldn't exactly catch my breathe at one point of time,so the next thing I knew, I was crying.

Then, there's this one other thing. Friends just come and go. But I would like to thank my 3 beautiful friends who have stood by me in my 2 years+ of secondary school life.
Even if I was too bitchy or too immature, they never fail to cheer me up when I was just down and out. And I hope I can do just that to them too.


Or maybe, I was just too childish. I cried for 3 days straight, but I've always knew that crying doesn't solve anything. I don't want to gain any sympathy, I just needed someone to care.
I was foolish enough to even think that nobody would care, but then they were just 8 digits away and all I had to do was just to press those digits on my cell.

And I got to really revise cos I'm losing out.